Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.